This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.

If I had to pick a woman I wouldn’t ever pick. It’s why they picked me, aside from the one blind date.

Where do I get off thinking I can pick a woman as if she has no choice. I get she has a choice, but why is it the ones I want, want nothing to do with me?

It’s been a steady run of women, going back more than 100 years, like 139.

I get there’s no other that will understand me unless it’s a Succubus. 

This is why I drive myself crazy.

If we come out, I don’t want to even think about it.

“I here you Incubi are great in bed, can I find out?”

Succubus.

“I here you Succubi are great in bed, can really get a man off.”

It’s why I hope we stay hidden.